I lived my life as
half of a man born
from clay and dust.
He was birthed
with the breath of God;
but my conception,
composed entirely
of the nonessential,
seemed to condemn me
to a second-hand existence.
I craved the word of God
to validate my existence,
to fill my lungs with meaning.
I wanted nothing more
than to feel His glory
in my own bones.
Amidst the melody
of the rushing rivers,
I could only hear the hiss
of a promise,
and my hunger to share
the mind of God lured me
to the end of everything I knew.
Surrounded by God
in His purest form,
the ever changing mosaic
of leaves and sky,
I never bothered
to look up.
DaCoda Love